Primal Fear Devil Novels & Stories

Who works for the Devil! ___________________________

Freya might have sounded brave, but the truth was, she was worried about how to make his member fit into her mouth. She was right in front of his dick, and it wasn’t just intimidating. It was colossal. No, worse—it looked furious. Like a battle-ready beast demanding tribute. Veins bulged like it had been lifting weights, and it stood there, throbbing with the wrath of a thousand unsatisfied nights. Inner Devil: ‘It’s mad, Freya. Better soothe it with your mouth—like a peace offering.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘This is not a drill. Open wide and show some diplomacy!’

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

I⁠ couldn't spea‍k, did he sen‍se anyt‍hing? Di⁠d he⁠ know? “I had col‍d feet,” I said softl‌y. He smiled. The pr⁠iest spoke, words‍ abou‌t love, words‌ ab⁠out l‍oyalty‌, wo‍rds abo‌ut forever. Forever s⁠ounded like a‍ locked‍ room. My mind raced. Wh⁠at if he found out? Fear pressed against pride, pride fought back.

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

SALLY’S POV Two days, it had been two whole days since that night of blood and gunfire, since I watched Dante... Doom, drop to the ground with a bullet in his shoulder because of me, because I couldn’t protect myself, because I froze. I had never known fear like that, not when I lost my dad, not when I found out Kelvin was cheating and not even when I heard my so-called best friend getting railed beside me while plotting my downfall but that moment, watching blood pour out of him… it wrecked me.